Every time she wanted to meet with them, she came to this place.
Valeria left her two children with her parents that Sunday, she always did it even more this afternoon that she needed to have a sincere and calm dialogue with her husband.
To be well with my children, I need to be well with Agustín first, it was something he always said.
He left the teenagers with his grandparents and went to meet him. They spoke more with their eyes than with words, looks full of questions. The wet hands of the nerves were writhing, at last he was encouraged to start the conversation when the telephone rang. The local police, urgent, his eldest son fell off the cliff and are looking for him. They ran to meet and search with their parents. Embrace the child, and also his parents, weak, wobbly. There may be more pain for grandparents?
The dialogue with Agustin from that day was silence. Can you love through so much silence? Valeria and Agustian felt the same. It was enough for them to look at each other to exchange, pain, joy, silence.
Sitting like that, he meets them, reunites the family. Seek strength, energy there in front of the immensity itself. To resolve herself and be the engine for her husband and son.
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